I have
always considered myself "taong deadma" when it comes to
politics, never been very vocal about how I feel about corruption and
politics, until the subject of pork barrel started to flood my Facebook wall. I
guess it is true that ignorance is bliss… because after being made brutally
aware of how a certain number of people have misused and is continuously
misusing their funds, i can't help but feel annoyed, a little more every time i
get an update on how this organized theft works.
I am not
totally naive, of course i am aware that politics is corruption-laiden, but to
what extent, I never really had an idea, never knew it was already ninja level
graft and corruption, not until I got the chance to hear and learn about
what Benhur Luy has to say.
It
started when I took time to read a very interesting post i saw at dulzspeaks.blogspot.com (quite
a lengthy one). Took 30 minutes of my 40-minute jeepney ride to finish
reading it. It sent shivers down my spine, I alighted the jeepney with mixed
emotions, i felt mad, annoyed, cheated… robbed is a better word, i pitied
myself. I really do not mind taking a jeepney ride home, but after reading it,
can't help but try to compute and realized that if I was to refund all the tax
that was deducted from me since I started working right after I finished
college, I could possibly be able to afford a car, maybe not a Porsche Cayenne
but something wage-appropriate for me… sure I may not always act my age, but I
do act my wage.
So from
then on, I tried to keep myself updated, and not help but feel sorry for
myself. I am sorry if it will seem like I am bullying the model-designer baby
of Janet Napoles, I just want to bash, I just want to vent!
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| the caption says it all! |
Okay so
maybe I am jealous, maybe because I also want to live as luxuriously as her and
be able have my tiny foot experience what it is like to be in a pair of
Christian Loubuotin (did I spell it right?) shoes. Maybe I also want to rub
elbows with the rich and famous of Hollywood, and be able to throw a lavish
party in Beverly Hills. Maybe even my chubby little body will look good in a
little pink dress that costs as much as, if not more than the annual salary of
a minimum wage earner. Maybe I will not be late for any of my appointments if I
use a watch that costs a million pesos.
But I
know that even if I work my pretty little ass off until I retire I will never
be able to afford it… and that is what pisses me the most… her living the way I
can only dream of and the knowledge that she can do so by using the taxes that
the government deducts from me and from every other working Pinoy.
I am
willing to pay taxes, it is my responsibility. I just hope that the next time I
look at my payslip, I will not feel bad about giving a part of my salary to the
government knowing that my hard-earned money goes to where it should… not to a
social-climbing, malnourished-looking, striving fashion designer who takes
pride in following celebrities. And by the way, I am no fashion guru, I am
actually a self-confessed baduy, but that so-so collection you had paraded at
that catwalk thingy you had at your "legalized" party is not
something that shouts haute couture. It looks like something I could buy off
the rack at a department store but wouldn't.
There… I
feel better… at least for the time being.
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